[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te":3,"chapter-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-7":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in Warhammer, Please Don't Praise the Doraemon Machine God",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2264830,4422,"Chapter 7: 30k Yang Xiu?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>“Wait, you know about him?” Old One-eye looked at Zhou Yun in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look seemed to say: I’ve been waiting all this time for my chance to show off, and you just stole it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head and said, “The Emperor teaches us humility; it seems I haven’t learned enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lips twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was puzzled—where had Old One-eye learned about this man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignis Kalkas, a poet of the Great Crusade era ten thousand years ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was one of the chroniclers dispatched by Marshal Ma to record humanity’s crusade history, assigned to the 63rd Crusade Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To chronicle the conquests of the fleet and the Astartes was a honor most poets could only dream of,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and even greater was that the fleet’s core was the Space Marine Legion known as the Shadow Wolves, later renamed the Sons of Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most glorious of all was that its commander was the Emperor’s Answer, the pinnacle of the Primarchs, the beloved Horus Lupercal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just recently been granted the title of Warmaster by the Emperor, becoming the leader of the entire Great Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a poet, what more could one ask for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Erebus, perhaps it truly would have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before launching the Great Betrayal against Terra, Horus nearly slaughtered every chronicler aboard the 63rd Fleet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Ignis Kalkas was among the first to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhou Yun were to judge Ignis Kalkas, he’d call him the 30k version of Yang Xiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignis Kalkas possessed extraordinary insight—but the problem was, he was too perceptive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had three famous quotes in his life:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The empire we’ve built will collapse in an instant! Remember my words—it’s inevitable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even the supremely gifted actress Lady Hegge could not match Erebus’s masterful performance today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First Captain Abaddon, what was the silver coin you gave Erebus when you met him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from these, Zhou Yun could sense the poet’s razor-sharp insight—and his near-suicidal recklessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You saw it? Fine. But you had to shout it out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These three statements could offend both the Loyalists and the Traitors at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His final remark, he even made directly to Abaddon himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Abaddon, First Captain of the Sons of Horus, nearly snapped his neck on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, he wrote a pamphlet titled “We Have Only Truth,” condemning the Sons of Horus for hypocrisy and contempt for mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This successfully drew the Warmaster’s attention—and he was fortunately assassinated by the Warmaster’s killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At that time, the voices of loyalty and truth still reached our ears, but we, in our pride, closed them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within Zhou Yun’s white light sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he’d been assigned to the Blood Angels’ fleet, he’d have written ‘We Have Only Bloodlust and Ghouls’ instead,” Zhou Yun said, shrugging quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignis Kalkas was not loyal—he wrote and spoke these things only because he believed they were truth, and because he wanted to say them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put him in any Legion, he’d meet no good end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deathly silence filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you became a chronicler, you might not even live as long as he did,” the winged figure inside the white light said, shuddering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the white figure inside the light, straining to play Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered that on the day of the Siege of Terra, when Saint Guilliman fell, the Blood Angels had witnessed his soul devoured by the Four Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant unless the Four Gods vomited him back up, and the Emperor painstakingly reassembled every fragment of his soul,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman could not possibly still exist intact and rational in the 41st Millennium, speaking coherently with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whole, undamaged Saint Guilliman might exist in the 41st Millennium—but a whole, undamaged Saint Guilliman in the 41st Millennium was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he was a trick of Tzeentch, a chaos hallucination, or a psychic entity born from human worship—Zhou Yun couldn’t say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyway, he doesn’t seem like the real Archangel,” Zhou Yun muttered, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Old One-eye blinked, hearing Zhou Yun’s mutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing—what about Ignis Kalkas?” Zhou Yun waved his hand and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One of Ignis Kalkas’s notebooks might be in Old Sector Eight. Someone’s offering a high price to buy it,” Old One-eye said in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nearly laughed out loud: “Fine, Lag made me find PDF gear, and now you want me to find a notebook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me to search an entire collapsed sector for a tiny notebook? It’s probably been reduced to dust over the past hundred years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not entirely without leads—you should know this job came from the Upper Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The lords up top love studying such things, so the intelligence is thorough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old One-eye pointed upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a fifty-page quarto notebook, bound in black lamb skin. Supposedly manufactured on Terra ten thousand years ago, and last seen in excellent condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was stored in a specialized device designed to preserve ancient texts: independently powered, internally stasis-sealed, with a ceramic-steel casing—capable of stable operation for centuries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Up top says its last owner was from the Corpse Guild, likely still in their branch in Old Sector Eight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow and sized up Old One-eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Upper Nest? Those middle-class elites couldn’t possibly know this much, nor afford a relic manufactured on Terra ten thousand years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun guessed this job almost certainly came from the Upper Nest’s nobility—and not just any noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Old One-eye really be connected to the Upper Nest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but study the bar owner again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many rumors swirled about this bar owner in the surrounding sector:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some said he was a former gang legend who once led an invasion of the Upper Nest; others claimed he was a fugitive traitor hiding in this bar; some even whispered he had once been part of the PDF.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, the wilder the rumor, the better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The pay is high. I know you need money, and I believe only you can pull this off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old One-eye lowered his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t take much—just ten percent. After all, if it succeeds, ten percent is enough to make a fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun considered it. He was going there anyway; might as well investigate on the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave Old One-eye a slight nod. “Alright, I’ll look for it in the Corpse Guild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you. I’ll arrange a vehicle for you tomorrow.” As he spoke, Old One-eye pulled another bottle from the bar and poured it into Zhou Yun’s cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one’s on me. May you retrieve that notebook—we’ll both get rich.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson liquid bubbled softly in the cup. Zhou Yun smiled, lifted it, and drank it down in one gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My daily quota’s done—I’m going to paint the King Worm!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1124,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1b98e22fdee842b1cda00dc29ed95a68a84740085591c2a6cd6eef3533b7f954","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-8","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-6",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]